Nephelia's mansion was only about 100 meters from Damien's house. Unlike his home, the mansion looked like something out of a fairy tale, with its stone towers and sprawling gardens that stretched the length and breadth of the grounds.
Though the exterior of the mansion had impressed Damien with its size and elegance the first time he saw it, the interior rooms displayed a functional simplicity. Especially Nephelia's room. It contained only a wide bed, a table in the middle, and a closet built into the wall for her clothes.
Obviously, Nephelia didn't care much for decoration, and so she chose something that wasn't ostentatious, but just what was necessary to get a good night's sleep.
Since the mansion had been designed for seclusion, the morning birdsong could not be heard within its walls. Still, as the first rays of sunlight lit up the sky, Damien awoke as usual.
With a lazy gesture, he lifted his head from the pillow and quickly consulted the clock on the wall to confirm the time. It was seven in the morning.
Damien wanted to sit up to massage his aching temples after the intense encounter with an Outer God, but he felt something soft on him that prevented him from moving.
'Hmm?'
Curious, he looked down. The blanket bulged, and when he lifted it, long hair, white as the purest snow, immediately spilled over his chest, while at the same time a flowery scent flooded his nostrils.
It was the hair of his little vampire, Nephelia, who lay curled up on top of him, fast asleep, one leg wrapped around his and her arms wrapped possessively around his neck.
Carefully, he tried to get out from under the vampiress without waking her. But as soon as he moved, Nephelia let out a sleepy growl and clung tighter to him, rubbing her face against his neck as she whispered in her sleep, "Damien... mine... only mine..."
Damien froze and a slight smile graced his lips. As if comforted by the warmth Nephelia provided, he remained still beneath her as he wrapped an arm around her back and tentatively stroked her head with the other hand.
The vampiress let out a contented purr and rubbed against him even more like a cuddly cat. Damien's heart raced.
Did he really have such a cute girl for a wife? Yes...somehow it had happened. It was only now that Damien seemed to realize this fact and he wondered what he had done in his life to deserve this.
In fact, he didn't understand why someone like Nephelia noticed him at all. And according to Camille's words, this little vampire had been secretly spying on him for quite some time, until they had finally met face to face.
It was like something out of a fantasy, but Damien had no intention of shying away. He warmly hugged the beautiful sleeping girl, relishing in her closeness. Though a part of him still felt slightly uneasy with the sudden change, he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted about this intimate contact with Nephelia.
"Mmm~" Nephelia opened her eyes lazily, perhaps sensing the man's gentle strokes. Her crimson eyes gleamed with pleasure as she tightly embraced Damien, possessively exclaiming, "Darling!"
"Ah, you're up already... Good morning." Damien smiled. But he couldn't continue because Nephelia suddenly pounced on him and captured his lips in a passionate morning kiss.
Damien's eyes widened. Being a man who was too polite to refuse such an invitation, he certainly wasn't shy and returned the kiss. The vampiress' lips were soft and intoxicating, momentarily clouding his mind.
Nephelia made a sweet sound, clearly enjoying the kiss. She closed her eyes and the mischievous minx boldly slid her hands under Damien's shirt, caressing his firm abdominal muscles. Amidst the wet sounds of the kiss, she moaned as he playfully nibbled on her lower lip and a drop of her crimson blood brushed against his tongue.
It was like an electric shock for both of them. Nephelia's eyes snapped open, and her tiny fangs nipped at Damien's lip, causing it to bleed as she licked the crimson liquid.
"Damien~"
Since they were deeply connected, their senses were greatly heightened, intensifying the pleasure they felt as if it had been multiplied by 100.
Lost in pleasure, Damien slid his hands from Nephelia's slender waist to her firm, shapely ass. His fingers sank into the soft, warm flesh, tentatively kneading it.
Nephelia's eyes flashed and she wanted to moan in surprise, but Damien still wouldn't release her appetizing lips, so only a choked sound escaped her throat. Their breathing became heavy and ragged.
And as Damien kissed her passionately, Nephelia felt her vampire heart racing erratically as an intense sense of possessiveness rose within her.
Nephelia clutched him tighter in her arms, as if she never wanted to let him go, but rather to merge with him completely.
Unfortunately for both of them, however, the good times were always interrupted at the climax.
The door to the room burst open and the stoic maid rushed in unceremoniously. Whether intentional or not, she stumbled upon the compromising scene of the two engaged in a fiery kiss.
From her perspective, it looked like the two horny vampires were sucking each other's souls.
She clicked her tongue. It was barely dawn, and these two were already passionately engaging with each other.
'Will it feel this good?' She became a bit lost in her thoughts. 'Miss Nephelia seems to enjoy it a lot. Hah~ what am I thinking? Unfortunately, as a Blood Maid, I cannot have a lover.'
She clicked her tongue again, but then she noticed that they had stopped kissing. Nephelia's crimson eyes were now shining intensely in her direction.
It was a look that seemed to say, "Clear your throat. Once I finish this, I'll come and sever your head for your impertinent intrusion."
However, she was an expert in the art of stoicism and a veteran at hiding her emotions, so with an unwavering expression, she gave a small bow and discreetly raised the hem of the French maid's skirt.
"Forgive the intrusion, Lady Nephelia, Lord Damien. I see you are in the mood for sex so early in the fall, which is certainly good, even auspicious. Alas, I must inform you of an urgent matter," she said in a calm voice, even though she was seething with indignation.
Although she knew that her future would be much more strenuous serving these two horny lovers, as a proud maid she had to do her duty well. Not only to Nephelia, but also to this handsome boy who seemed to have inexplicably captivated her mistress.
"Now who's bothering us?"
Nephelia clenched her fists, restraining the urge to let her angry palms escape and slap the disrespectful maid. She had been savoring Damien's affectionate caresses and love, but this meddling busybody had to come and ruin it. The very insolent maid knew exactly what was happening, yet she dared to barge in.
Her precious moment!
Hmm... Nephelia would definitely punish her by reducing her treasure rations. She swore it on the bones of her ancestors.
With great effort, she managed to control her anger and gave the maid a questioning look in order to speak at once.
"This urgent message was sent by the Clan Evernight Matriarch herself. And she demands to see you at once, Lady Nephelia," the maid said calmly as she watched her mistress' reaction.
And just as she had expected, Nephelia's face darkened at the word "Matriarch". It was obvious that they didn't have the best relationship.
"What does that bitch want now?" Unlike her usual monotone, her words now exuded pure ice.
"The Matriarch demands your urgent return to Noctis Terra to deal with a matter she refuses to reveal to me."